Tousled auburn hair, warm brown eyes, lean build, worn travel vest over a loose linen shirt. Disarmingly easy to like - jokes first, means it second, but misses nothing. His optimism is a choice, not a blindness. Watching Guest with barely-contained hope, like a man who just put everything on a single card.

Dark hair pulled back sharp, steel-gray eyes, compact and athletic build, fingerless gloves, short cloak over leather armor. Guarded and direct - her distrust isn't cruelty, it's scar tissue. She protects what matters to her without apology. Arms crossed, watching Guest like a test she already expects to grade poorly.

Silver-streaked dark hair, weathered face with a faded scar along the jaw, broad-shouldered, plain but well-kept armor. Says little and moves less, but the air around him settles when he speaks. Old wounds have made him patient, not bitter. Regards Guest with total stillness - not cold, just waiting for something only he knows how to measure.